driving home from an aggressive yoga class, i was calm but energized. it was a couple days after daylight savings time ended and already very dark, very early. but KCSN, the radio station that comes closest to replicating my music collection, was playing an all-around amazing song.
grooving along, i recognized it as a great moment, one tarnished only by my chronic inability to decipher song lyrics. i am so bad at this i occasionally wonder if i know English at all. most people would shazam immediately, but it can be ultra fussy- it can’t hear or gather enough info. in short, it disappoints more often than not.
plus, for me, nothing compares to hunting down a song and artist based on a few lyrics scribbled on scrap paper at a red light. call it what you will- post-modern scavenger hunt, lunacy, making life more difficult than necessary, i don’t care. it’s my instinct and the good, clean fun in which i choose to partake.
here’s the song, “1998” by chet faker. what if this song were around in 1998?
once i got home, i googled the lyrics and found nicholas james murphy wrote the song while chet faker sings it. ‘poor nicholas james murphy,’ i decided. ‘ceaselessly churning out songs while this chet faker character gets all the credit.’
now i was on a mission to contact NJM and thank him for his hard work in the face of obscurity. catapulting myself into the future, i imagined my little email reaching the poor, unknown songwriter through his overheated, gigantic PC in his basement office he undoubtedly shares with 17 others- a sweatshop of songwriters.
my note of thanks would probably brighten his entire life, or at least illuminate his crappy inbox, creating a beacon of personal communication in a sea of expired Living Social deals.
in another tab, i absent-mindedly glanced at the Wikipedia page for chet faker, only to find that’s the stage name for the self-same nicholas james murphy!
‘huh. ok,’ i thought. ‘the correspondence landscape has shifted a bit.’
how do you go about contacting an internationally-known (he’s Australian) rising (already risen?) star in the electronic music world? i have no idea. now this is all much more complicated and i’m invested. i plan to contact him personally and get a response. to be continued…
i hope you’re down here because you read to the end. let’s assume you did. as a reward for finishing, here’s "talk is cheap" by chet faker: